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I am taking the advice of Mer and doing a list today for fun. Might be harder than I think. I am going to attempt to list 50 little things about me. I know many of these may be things already known, but let’s see if I can find some new ones.

I like Yoko Ono.

Today is my husband’s birthday.

I am studying Spanish on the Duolingo app.

I have a banjo.

I own a scooter I am going to ride as soon as it’s fixed.

I know how to solder.

I like Eminem.

I live around the block from my childhood home.

I collect old phones and radios.

I do not like Journey.

I am an amateur radio operator, licensed for 20 years.

I am a Dudeist Priestess able to perform weddings, funerals, etc.

I love Shakespeare plays.

I love almost all vegetables.

I like to follow Cleveland baseball.

Surprisingly, I like tv shows such as: Wagon Train, The Rifleman, and Gunsmoke.

I am distantly related to Dave Mustaine of Megadeth.

I like Metallica

There is a picture of me wearing a dashiki in my high school year book. I love colorful clothes.

I used to be on a golf league. I LOVED it. I was a terrible player, but really enjoyed playing.

I was arrested at 18 for disorderly conduct. The police had to wake me up to arrest me…..

I had my first child when I was 19. He is going to be 34 this year and is a great person.

My husband says I can’t whistle, but I can. A little. Badly. For a very short time. hahahaha

I have seen Weird Al in concert almost every year since 1996.

I taught Sunday school in the early 90s.

I like square dancing even though I never do it anymore. Since junior high.

I was a competitive swimmer for 6 years.

OMG How is it not on the top of the list?? I LOVE THE BEATLES! I was in discussion about Yoko today so she was on my mind first. But the BEATLES are IT.

I LOVE Frank Zappa. He is fantastic. I hadn’t felt love for a musician like this since the Beatles. The Beatles are always first, but then FRANK.

I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan. I have all the clothes to dress up, three wands, of course all the books, regular and large print for when I am older. Anything I can get my hands on Harry Potter makes me happy.

I have three brothers, one a year and a half older than I, one a year and a half younger and one seven years younger.

I stopped smoking 2 years ago this May on my birthday.

I didn’t care for the movie The Revenant.

I am very afraid of spiders. They can just go to hell. Or away from me. Either one is okay.

I like to fish.

I love to read. Duh

I can change a tire.

I am almost 53 years old and I do not dye my hair. I have a littlegray hair but I earned it. I am not going to dye it. It’s short anyway.

I have been to Alaska.

I do not carry a purse. I haven’t since 1994.

We have a clock in every room, including the bathroom. Do you guys, too?

We use 24 hour time on our digital clocks.

I do not like bananas.

I love donuts, but don’t eat them because I can’t stop.

I like to crochet, knit, and cross stitch.

I do not smoke crack.

I watch MeTv with my husband almost every night after he gets home from work.

25 songs in 25 days
Day 24: A song you’ve danced to with your best friend.

I could have written another post about one of the Beatles songs to which Merry and I got up and danced our hearts out. We’ve done that, as you might guess, many times. I know Mer can’t always dance anymore due to her damn legs and hips giving her fits and flares, but she has danced with me to my earliest Beatles fave, Eight Days A Week, even when she hasn’t felt the best. So I could have used that song. But I didn’t.

I could have written about my oldest friend and I dancing to many of Matchbox Twenty and/or Rob Thomas songs. That’s her Beatles, as I say. I enjoy so much of MB20s music and have danced my ass off with her to it. I could have used one of those songs, but I didn’t.

No, I picked a polka. I love polka. Mostly Polish, Slovenian or American polka. I love Frankie Yankovic, the Polka King, and love dancing polkas. FY has a great version of the Too Fat Polka with Drew Carey on it. I love it. When any version of the song comes on at a wedding I do get up and dance. Usually I have to dance by myself, which I have done at weddings if no one is brave enough to try polkaing. I dance to it by myself when I am listening at home.

I love the swirling accordion, the banjo, that it’s a sing along song, the singing in Polish near the end.

I am not, shall we say, a petite woman and I am what many people consider fat, which sometimes is anyone over 120 pounds and 5’9″ tall. So, I guess I should be offended by this polka, but somehow I’m not. I love and laugh at the Cleveland references made by Drew, since I am a Clevelander and love to dance my ass off to this polka.

My husband, also one, of my best friends, grew up with polkas since he and his family are proud Polish polka lovers (we have many consonants in our last name and no one can pronounce it). Mr. Bob (hubby) is always kind enough to dance one polka with me at weddings. He doesn’t polka very well for having grown up around the dance, but he still takes me out and whirls me around to the great music. Too Fat Polka by Frankie Yankovic and Drew Carey is one both of us enjoy, so I picked that polka. I danced to it twice while doing this post; once while looking for the video and once to be sure it played okay on my post. It’s not the best video, but it was the only one I could find of the Drew Carey version.

25 Songs in 25 Days
Day 14: A song that reminds you of your girlfriend/boyfriend

My husband and I have been married for 11 and a half years and were a couple for 6 years before we got married. I had been married before (twice) and was not going to rush into ANYTHING. I loved and trusted him, but believe in the jinx, so I waited.

This song has always reminded me of him and of our relationship with each other. Even when I am angry with him, if this song comes on the radio I am reminded of the love we share.

When I told him the prompt of the day and asked him what song I picked that reminded me of him,
he knew which one right away. I tell him it reminds me of him every time I hear it.

I am not the sentimental type and this song is more of a sing-a-long celebration of our Love L-U-V. That’s much more my style.

Here’s It’s So Nice to Be with You by Gallery

Oh it’s so nice to be with you
I love all the things you say and do.
And it’s so nice to hear you say
You’re gonna please me in every way.
Honey I got the notion,
you’re causing commotion
in my soul.

At night I call your name.
Darkness fills my room
I’m only dreaming,
About the time I’m gonna be with you.

Oh it’s so nice to be with you
I love all the, things you say and do.
And it’s so nice to hear you say
You’re gonna please me in every way.
Honey I got the notion,
you’re causing commotion,
in my soul.

When I’m feeling down
You’re there to pick me up
And help me to carry on.
Oh, little things mean a lot

When you need a shoulder to cry on.
I’m there to ease the pain
and chase away the rain,
Oh darling I’ve just gotta say.

Oh it’s so nice to be with you
I love all the, things you say and do.
And it’s so nice to hear you say
You’re gonna please me in every way.

Oh it’s so nice to be with you, I love all the, things you say and do.
And it’s so nice to hear you say You’re gonna please me in every way

I needed a few days off after Thanksgiving. A few days off from doing everyone’s bidding, making all the decisions and doing all the planning.

Thanksgiving was supposed to be stress free. Dinner would be at my father’s house. My sister-in-law tells me weeks before the holiday that she will handle everything if I would just pick up her, my brother and their daughter.I hope every year that this will be true, but past years have shown me this is not how it will go.

She tells me she will call my father and make all the arrangements. She calls and makes sure it is okay for us to all come over. There will only be six of us including my father. He is thrilled we will all be coming over.

As Thanksgiving approaches I am asked to bring dessert and paper plates. That’s all, she promises, she will do the rest. The day before she calls and says she forgot about drinks, could I get those, too? Oh, wait, silverware and glasses? And chairs? And could she borrow a few bucks to buy the charcoal so they can smoke the turkey?

I run over the money. Two days to go. The night before Thanksgiving she calls and tells me she forgot to buy lighter fluid and didn’t know if she could find any at the store across the street (they don’t have a car); could I come over and pick up the turkey to cook it? I told her I was going to punch her in the face. She thought I was kidding. I didn’t want to have a turkeyless thanksgiving so I agreed to get the turkey if she couldn’t find fluid. I was out with my Beatles buddy seeing a band so I would have to go after to get the turkey. Thankfully, she was able to get fluid.

The next morning, Thanksgiving Day, she calls to see if I can drop something off she needs for the turkey, I run up to the store and over to her house. I go back home and have to go back to pick them up in two hours. Two hours later I pick them up and drop them off at my fathers. I go home and pick up my husband and all the things I am bringing; wine, pies, chairs, cranberry sauce, plates, silverware, pop and beer.

Every question is left up to me. When should we eat? Can we all fit at the table? Is my father’s oven working? And each time a question involves my father it is up to me to get the answer.

Another thankful moment was when my husband offered to go pick my brother up from work. I was supposed to go get him, but by this point was getting very frazzled. I still had to drive them all home. Everyone is drinking and having a good time while I am stressed to the limit.

My brother and sister-in-law leave my dad a bit of food and take all the rest of the leftovers.
On the drive home my sister-in-law tells me this was such a relaxing day. I almost scream. All I want is to go home and forget the whole day happened and be thankful it is over. When we get to their house they are shocked I don’t want to stay. I finally get to go home.

The next few days my husband was so thoughtful. He made dinner, cleaned up the kitchen and let me just sit. He made all the decisions and just let me relax. I napped. I watched Star Trek DS9 with him. No pressure. I just got to relax.

So, I took a few days off for me. No phone calls, no texts, only chatting briefly with my Beatles buddy. It was a nice few days and I am thankful for them.